Category: Travels
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Travels 9: Climb Every Mountain
[NOTE: I am fully aware that you have come to expect the very best Blogs that your server can buy. Great pride is taken by me, the author of said Blogs (herein referred to as posts) to deliver the best to you, my dear readers, the observations and comments of weary but determined traveler. Each…
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Travels 8: A Land Of Ironies
I am entering a time and a place of strange ironies. I am warm and dusty…sneezing, really, on the Interstate, yet the snow of the eastern slopes of the Rockies are facing me. I’m having trouble making a legal u-turn to get the R-Pod facing in the right directions, yet I can park IN THE…
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Travels 7: Somewhere in the Black Mining Hills of Dakota
My lands are where my dead lie buried. –Chief Crazy Horse My last post was written with a sad heart. Pine Ridge Reservation will bring down even the most optimistic of people. I have to say that I slept well and was not delivered of dreams, either of blue-eyed prairie women or sad-eyed Sioux. I…
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Travels 6: Catching a Dream at Wounded Knee
Yesterday, I told a woman she had very pretty blue eyes. We stopped for gas in Laurel, Nebraska, and within thirty minutes, half the town knew we were there. I was stopped at a light and a guy in a black pick-up Ford asked if I was on the way to the classic car auction.…
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Travels 5: Oh, Pioneers!
The great American Poet and Literary Goddess of the Prairie, Willa Cather, once said: “I was raised by a tooth-less bearded hag…I was schooled with a black strap across my back…but it’s alright now, in fact it’s a gas.” Hold on, I don’t think that was Willa Cather. No, after rechecking my sources, I find…
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Travels 4: Blue Highways
Someone I’ve been searching for appeared before my eyes today and it wasn’t very far from Herbert Hoover’s grave. We had just crossed the Mississippi River. The Mother of North America Rivers. Say what you want about the Hudson, Rio Grande or the Missouri; Big Muddy is what rivers are all about. Yes, the…
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Travels 3: The Rock Island Line is a Mighty Fine Line
I was heading down the road, trying to loosen my load… We were on our way to Rock Island. When you’re busy doing hard traveling, like me, you can get caught up in the “hypnosis of the highway”. I know I do. You watch the road ahead. All safety alerts are on, but your mind…
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Travels: Part 2 Stuck Inside of Stroudsburg With the Orting Blues Again
The question is quite simple. Were you ever stuck in a small Sunoco station in a town in Pennsylvania, after filling up the tank of a car that was drinking petrol like a politician during Prohibition, while pulling a trailer that you, for a moment forgot you were pulling, with only .8mm of space between…
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The Odyssey Westward: Travels Part 1
Go my sons, put away your books. Buy yourself stout shoes. Walk the hills, the mountains, the valleys and the deserts. In this way, and no other, can you learn of the world and its ways. –Paraphrased from a quote on a 3 x 5 index card clipped to the dashboard of a ’60s VW…
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